Piano man

I’m attending a funky secret meeting of Internet entrepreneurs here in Dallas. Huge fun. I’ve never been around so many freaks who I can relate to. Even on the wildest tangent, each session sizzles some psychic nerve.

The hotel here has an electronic player piano in the lobby playing, of all things, “Piano Man.”

I stayed with Aunt Lila and Uncle Tom last night and saw cousins Todd and Lauri. We leafed through the family album Lila has recently pulled together. I saw one photo of HJC on a bike, another in a baseball uniform. Also a photo of EDC’s father’s bank — huge empty floor space.